I pack it at the bottom of my backpack, ah
Ambiguous, crumpled, I want to forget about it
If only I could fly towards a black hole
By the weekend, surely I’ll be a sugar glider
A 2LDK with a family car, the ordinary life I imagined when I was a child
It’s no joke, no nonsense, the hurdle is abnormally high
Swinging in 16-beat, the kitchen of a one-room apartment
When was the last time I cooked for myself?
Doing it, doing it
I can’t keep doing it
Ah, doing it, this is doing it
Seriously, I can’t keep doing it, oh yeah!
IQ2, I love you, anything is fine, put your hands up!
Even though I have no plans, ready a stance to depart
I pack it at the bottom of my backpack, ah
It’s like junk, like a lighter that won’t light up
If only I could fly towards a black hole
Would this listlessness get better?
I pack it at the bottom of my backpack, ah
Ambiguous, crumpled, I want to forget it
If only I could fly towards a black hole
By the weekend, surely I’ll be a sugar glider
Cheap food trucks in food courts
Shopping centers along the national highway
Ah, I can’t help but float, the hurdle is abnormally high
Swinging in 16-beat, even today the contents of my wallet are in crisis
When does the next season start?
Doing it, doing it
I can’t keep doing it
Ah, doing it, this is doing it
Seriously, I can’t keep doing it, oh yeah!
IQ2, I love you, anything is fine, put your hands up!
When there’s a lot to do, ready a stance to depart
I pack it at the bottom of my backpack, ah
It’s like junk, like a lighter that won’t light up
If only I could fly towards a black hole
Would this listlessness get better?
I pack it at the bottom of my backpack, ah
Ambiguous, crumpled, I want to forget it
If only I could fly towards a black hole
By the weekend, surely I’ll be a sugar glider
By the weekend, I’ll be a sugar glider